Text Message Between You And Simon:

College student reader x Simon (Reversed)

((There's actually nothing about college except the beginning. Part 2 of Simon x college student reader))

- Stressed Simon, (actual angst) past argument mentions, hurt(?)/comfort. I really got into this one. wow. Mentions showering but nothing explicit. Dropping 'L' word at the end and also motorboating lol (face to chest basically)

I'm not rereading this, whatever goes, goes.

You were quickly typing into your computer, eyeballing the typo before backspacing quickly and fixing it. You were sat on the couch, humming and typing away to finish up a summary for your English teacher. Easy stuff, not too much work. And it should be your last thing to do today. You smiled a little as you thought of all your free time. Briefly you wondered if Simon would want to go catch a movie with you at the theater or stay home instead. You didn't mind either.

The door opens and Simon walks in. You smiled up at him but he didn't look at you. He kicked off his shoes and went straight to the bedroom. Your smile dropped and you moved to close your laptop, but paused. What happened?

Simon walked into the bedroom, into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned on the shower and began stripping out his clothes quickly. He needed to calm himself. After the day he's had, he was about to snap. First he got a ticket for an expired parking meter, then some older woman at the store snapped at him for standing too close to her (he was a shopping cart and a half away from her.) His card declined four times before he had to use cash because he forgot to unlock the card the night before...a wide series of things in between as well. It seemed like today, the universe held it's middle finger at Simon. And to top it off? Bird shit on his neck down his back.

He got into the cold shower and began scrubbing with a back brush. You had been all bright smiles to greet him, but he had to look away. Something ugly twisted in his mind, that grinning evil insecurity. He didn't want to yell at you. He did once and the look on your face was still plastered in his mind. Hurt.

You did that, remember?

He hissed and rubbed his face with his wet hands. He never wanted that to happen again. So he ran past you. Avoiding you to keep you happy. Aren't I pathetic?

The bird shit down his back was gone, but he kept scrubbing, grumbling about bad luck under his breath. Then there was a knock. Simon didn't want to answer, but he didn't want you to come in and see him like this again. But you didn't enter.

"Simon. I'll give you some alone time." You spoke through the door, hand faintly resting on the knob. You wanted to go in but you knew he needed his space. "But, I'm gonna start cooking, it'll be done in an hour probably. If you still want to be alone by then, um..." You looked around. "Just- put a sock on the door handle, and I'll let you be okay?"

A smile twitched at his lips. He sighed however, then answered in a low tone, his voice baritone enough for you to hear it past the shower. "Alright love." A pause. "Thank you."

You didn't say anything else, he heard your footsteps leave and the bedroom door closing. His heart felt heavy and he closed his eyes. Letting the cold water run over his hair and down his body. The ugly little thing that whispered in his head was still there, but not so loud anymore.

He slowly turned the hot water on, breathing out again.

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You had just finished cooking, proud of how it turned out too. You turned everything off to let it cool, then went to the bedroom to see if Simon still needed to be alone. But as you turned, you ran right into him and jumped from fright. At the same time, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder with ease. You screamed and giggled. "Simon-!"

He deposits you on the couch, and then lays on top of you. Full weight. You laughed from the pressure but soon he shifted to hold you more comfortably. Arms wrapped around your middle as his body laid between your legs. His head rested against your chest where he pressed his face for a moment or two. You blushed, waiting, then he turned his head and laid his ear against your chest. Eyes closed, breathing normally. He was listening to your heart.

You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair and scratching the nape of his neck. "You wanna tell me about it?" You asked.

He hummed. "Bad day. Nothin' went right."

You nodded. "Did the shower and sleep help?"

"Couldn't sleep." He replied. He lifted his head and looked at you. "M'sorry for how I came in. Didn't want to snap at you." Again. The word was there but he didn't say it. Your eyes softened and he knew you thought about it too.

But you smiled softly. "Don't apologize...you needed space Si. Everyone does sometimes." You ran your fingers through his hair. You could see the look in his eye, the regret. The one memory that seemed to hurt him more than it did you.

"Simon?" He hummed and waited for you to continue. "I love you." His heart skipped, but you went on. "And what you said before in the past, is in the past. You were overwhelmed and stressed and I didn't know how to comfort you. I just want to take care of you like you do for me."

He sighed and put his face into your chest again, making you snort a little. "I want to be better."

"Simon, shush yourself." You kissed his head and he lifted his face. "There's no getting 'better' when everything sucks. I can't get you out of a bad mood, but I'll be here waiting to help in anyway I can. If that means waiting an hour or two, then I'll do it."

His eyes softened, that voice in his head snuffed out completely. "I love you too."

You smiled, your hand rubbing his cheek. "Wanna eat now? Food is still warm."

He huffed, stuffed his face back into your chest and ignored your shrieks and giggling. "Few more minutes..." You complied, letting your hand run up his back slowly while he listened to your heart. Warm. Safe.

"I've got you."

Monster!König x Reader pt.2

You guys liked the first one so I'll keep going.

Warnings: tentacles, curse words. Mate mention

M!König: Who left a bundle of fish wrapped in seaweed for you one day in front of the veterinarian building. Which the desk workers stumbled upon first, with no note. So they were disgusted by it and threw it away before you could see it. And König was pissed.

M!König: Who had to catch more fish but this time, he hand delivered it to you. He made his way into the vet once again and glared down at the desk worker, specifically the one who threw away that perfectly good batch of fish.

M!König: Who, when he saw you, presented the fish once again. It was dripping on the floor, the seaweed bundle. You smiled wearily and took the fish, looking over the different kinds. You thanked him and promised you'd eat all of them, even mentioning you favored one fish species that was caught in the bundle. "I know some good recipes for these."

M!König: Who... couldn't stop staring at you. Something was clicking in his head, something he really liked. He felt his tentacles beneath his hood stir and his eyes widened a bit at the realization. When it became quiet in the lobby, you asked quietly if you could look him over to see if he was healing properly. He nodded and followed you to your office once again. Once you two were alone and he lifted his hood, you put your gloves on and reached up, moving some of the tentacles aside.

M!König: Who was deeply embarrassed when his tentacles wrapped around your hands, more than last time. He said nothing. You commented that he was healing amazingly. Without muttering a word he pulled his hood back down and left the vet. You watched, confused and missing a glove because his tentacles wouldn't let go.

M!König: Who just fucked himself over by x10. It was only meant as a thank you, but when you happily took the bundle, stating you liked the fish?? He swallowed thickly and covered his eyes. He had to ignore this, the urge to take you as his mate. You were a human, he was not, this wouldn't work. Not that he knows for sure. But the urge to give you more, to provide and show you that he could be a good mate..it's not going away.

M!König: Who felt the funny glove taste in his mouth still and pulled the glove out from his tentacles. He stared at the blue piece of latex, thoughts bubbling in his mind, but he ultimately threw the glove away, his face red.

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Vet!Reader: Who washed all the fish and wrapped them in something more sanitary to bring them home later. You'd be spending the slow parts of the day looking up other recipes for the other fish.

Vet!Reader: Who got playfully teased because the 'scary fisherman' was trying to court them. You'd only grin, looking away and typing on your phone. You then got curious and began to do some broad research on tentacle face people. And frowned when something called The Call of Cthulhu popped up, but you saved it to read for later. Maybe it could tell you more about your friend König.

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I took care of my friend when he was sick and hurting. I missed school to stay with him. I gave him medicines, I got him food and water (went to the store and got him Gatorade) and I let him sleep in my bed. And I told him I would stay with him till he got better.

He called me a bastard because I 'kicked him out' while he was still sick.

So that day my family was having a bbq, and I wanted to go but I didn't know if I should have left him at my apartment because I didn't know if my roommate would have said something about him being there when I wasnt. I thought this was reasonable.

He said he would go to someone else's place, he even texted and asked them if he could go and they said yeah. So he left, and I even offered to drive him there and then when he was feeling better, he can come back and get his truck.

He said I was kind of a bastard for kicking him out.

What?

What.

Beginnings. Invisible Man x reader

Alright folks and folklores. First work posting here. I hope I'm doing this right? Hehe colors

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Warnings: Small injury, mentions of domestic abuse

You walked with your back straight, smiling and nodding to those who passed you on the sidewalk. Your hair was done and a hat sat atop it, one that matched your current outfit. A normal dress that a lady would wear when going into town, boots (some looked down on you for) and your small satchel. You stopped at the front of a building and opened the door, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You listen for a moment, hearing the familiar sound of music coming from the back. You look around the hallway and start humming along to it. You take your hat off and set it on the hanger, then make your way upstairs towards the lab.

You walk the stairs stopping at the first door on the right, not needing to knock as you walked in. On the far end of the room you can make out the pale head hunched down, carefully measuring the right amount of drops. "You're here early." His voice hummed just loud enough over the music.

"Mr. Griffin have you gotten any sleep yet?" You walk behind a changing board, stripping out of the dress and putting on a pair of pants and a button up shirt. Griffin let you borrow his while you helped around in the lab, not caring if it seemed indecent. As he put it when he hired you, 'I'd rather you dress this way than have that puffy dress catch fire. Just a tip.'

"Well, if you must know, I slept for five hours." He sits up straight and stretched his back out. "That was," He glances at a clock. "Seven and a half hours ago." You finished with your last button, walking out from behind the board and going to the sink. You had your sleeves rolled to your elbows and hair done so it was out of your face. Griffin had turned his head, giving your form a quick look over then turning back to his table. "If you can wash those tubes quickly for me that will help immensely."

You nod and began washing, humming along to the music. It was quiet for a while, the music playing and water turning on, then off. You looked back at the scientist thinking about when he first hired you. You had bumped into the albino man while running through the market, apologizing and giving him a smile. Instead of leaving or excusing himself, he offered you a job in assisting him. You were confused at first but accepted anyway. The pay wasn't much but he did teach you a little of everything as he worked. You learned quickly that he acted annoyed, all the time. With you, with visitors, with himself. You found that the pale man just didn't know how to socialize and became accustomed to it. Though some days like this one, he was much calmer, less snappy.

There was a pop and a short curse. You turn and see Griffin standing and running to the sink. You made room at the sink and he began washing his bloodied hand under the running water. You dried your hands quickly and ran to the first aid kit. This wouldn't be the first time he's hurt himself on accident. You grab gauze and run back, opening your hand. "Let me see it." He sighs heavily and gives you his hand. He's sliced right below where his fingers met his hand. "Its not a bad cut." You felt his fingers flex a little.

"Yes I know." He looked over you again, watching as you concentrated on wrapping his hand. He looks back at his table, then recalls something you were saying the day before. "How is your…fiance?" You could hear in his voice he didn't really want to ask. You actually smiled a little at his question.

"Well, not so well actually." He perked up at this. "He doesn't...well he screamed at me last night. And said some things..." You sounded pained to say. "He was drunk however. I don't think he meant it." You cut the gauze and clipped it in place. "He was, um, aggressive." You shrugged and smiled up at him. "But I got him to bed. He woke up this morning and went off to work."

The albino man was frowning down at you, tisking and flexing his fingers. Or so you thought. He held your hand and spoke. "A man becoming aggressive towards his fiance. He sounds like a complete arse." He let go of your hand, glancing down and turning away. "You should find a new fiance, one who doesn't yell at you like you're a problem." He was moving the broken glass off the desk. You smile softly and walk back to the sink.

"Why don't you find yourself a fiance Mr. Griffin?" You called over your shoulder. You were drying the tubes now, not noticing the doctor walking up behind you until his hand was on the small of your back. He was quick but gentle in moving you to the side.

"No time. I'm on the verge of a break through and I don't want a bride getting in the way." He grabbed a few of the already dried tubes and turned away to the table again. You nod in understandment. You went about finishing the tubes.

"Well trust me professor, if I could, I wouldn't get married either." You mumble. "Especially not to that man."

Griffin had paused his hands, his jaw moving a bit as his teeth clenched and unclenched before he went back to work. "If you'd like to get lunch started I'll join you in the kitchen." You gave a nod that he didn't see and left the room. Before you left he gave one more look at your attire. He felt a coil in his chest, perhaps it was nerves working but only when you wore his clothing. Or when you touched his hand. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he went back to focusing on his test tubes.

A couple of hours go by, lunch was some eggs on a sandwich with coffee. You cleaned the table and the dishes pretty quickly. Griffin ate like a wild man and in a flash was back in the lab. You were just making sure the place was clean before you left for today. After nodding to yourself you walk into the lab and to the changing board. "I'll be heading home now Mr. Griffin." You started changing out of the clothes and back into your dress. You walk out and see him hunched over his desk again. You were about to call out to him but heard a low snore. You chuckle and walk over to the desk finding him asleep on a text book. You cover the vials of fluids and move them aside in case he moves in his sleep too much. You take his coat and gently set it over his shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

With that, you left the building and headed home.

The next morning you walked into the building, you noticed a certain smell…You were quick to drop your things at the door and walk to the lab. Inside you saw smoke coming from a few tubes. You gasp and run over, but they weren't burning with flames. You use a napkin to cover your mouth and nose in case the fumes were toxic. "Griffin?" You look around, not seeing anyone. You walk out the lab and quickly made your way to his bedroom. You immediately hear the sound of running water. Carefully making your way across the room, you push open the door that leads to the bathroom. The bathtub was flooded with water, and still running. Quickly, you turn the water off and look around the small bathroom.

"Griffin are you in here?" You had turned to walk back out the restroom but a hand grabbed your arm. You screamed and pulled away, looking around quickly and holding your arm. It was wet. You looked at the tub. Something about it wasn't right. There was a gap in the water, as if something clear were sitting in it. A groan filled the air and you blink in shock. "Griffin?"

The water moved, rippling effects and more water splashing out the sides of the tub. "Yes I fell asleep," his frame paused. "Have some decency woman, get me a towel at least-"

"Griffin, you're invisible!" You had backed away, but looked to the side, spotting a towel and picking it off the rack.

"Invisible…" He was mumbling. Then he was silent and more movement in the tub. "My god…" You could barely see his wet figure standing and stepping outside the tub. "It worked..it really worked!" He grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist and walking out the bathroom. You followed quickly, eyeing the towel as it seemed to just float in mid air. "Before I fell asleep, I tested my mixtures with some blood samples. They worked famously, so I saw no reason to wait and-"

"You tested yourself just out the blue!? Are you mad Griffin?" The towel in front of you stopped and you stared straight ahead, where his head would be.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" He was looking at you, looking at your reaction, then turning away and walking back to the lab. "I had some more mixtures here-"

"They were burning when I arrived." You walked over to the sink, peering down at them. "Not on fire but, smoking. I didn't put any water on them." A hand was at your back, gently pushing you aside. He mumbled something, then walks away to the desk. The papers were flipped and over turned. You watched, your mind still trying to wrap around the invisibility.

"That burning liquid…was supposed to be an antidote." He paused. For a moment, both of you were silent.

You walked over to the invisible man in front of you and placed a hand on what you guessed was his shoulder. You could feel him freeze at the touch. He was a little cold, and wet still. You sigh. "Put some clothes on before you freeze Griffin. We'll get to work on an antidote. One that won't burst to flames."

My stupid update.

Cons: I'm about to start college. I got my heart broken in a stupid way that was kind of my fault. And I'm broke as hell.

Pros:

I'm making friends I think. My brother is taking me to eat pho and I'm starting college(Paleontology).

So, I don't think I'm gonna update for a while which isn't a shocker but I'm just letting you guys know now. Honestly I'm hoping for some hot guy to whisk me away and treat me like a queen but this is real life not booktok. I'm sorry for everyone that was reading my stuff and wanted more updates but I can't do it. At least not right now.

Thank you everyone who left kind messages and comments, and again I'm sorry. Wish me luck, I start classes Monday and FAFSA isn't paying for any of my shit🥲

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

I know you all loved the way I wrote Simon where he's a bully. I'd like to let you all know I simply wrote my boyfriend's attitude into Simon.

And today, I came forward and I told my guy that I wrote fanfiction based on his personality combined with the infamous Simon Ghost Riley. This was hard for me because I'm so embarrassed to admit to my close friends that I write these things.

I told him that, in fact, it was my most popular fanfic rn!

You know what this smug bitch told me? Deadass?

"You're welcome. Can't help I'm so popular."

In a very monotone, uninterested tone.

I'm at 4k words rn. Should I like...split into chapters or should I post the whole thing completely?

Monster!König x Fem!Vet!Reader! Pt. 4

Perspective change cause the whole Monster!Konig thing gets on my nerves...

Warnings: None, just some light fluff and Monster Konig discovering things.

I'm slowly building up like, how he came to be what he is, and such. I don't think I'll go into details on how I think he was created. But I'll try to fill in gaps and such. I have a wicked crazy idea for later but I have to build up to it *insert the rubbing hands together evilly, here*

König never rode in the actual passenger seat of a vehicle. Last time he was in a vehicle he was hog tied and in the bed of a truck. So this was a nice change no matter how nervous he was. You, decided to show him everything inside your little car to try easing his anxiety. You show him how the windows work, how to turn the A/C on and off, hot and cold. Showed him the radio, the lights inside the car, the seatbelts and how to fasten them and then how to release it. He was intrigued, his tentacles curiously winding and rolling together.

König kept the window down the whole way to your house. He didn't enjoy any of the music so you both listened to the wind as you drove. Your house was secluded in a wooded area but near one of the parks. You had a decent sized home. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom house that had a lake down the hill from it. When you both got out the vehicle, Konig had walked straight to the lake to take a closer look.

You followed him down to the lake and put your hands in your pockets, smiling a little. "Is it as big as the one you live by?" You questioned as you looked up at him. He looked around carefully before finally answering.

"No. It seems like the one here is smaller. And is not connected to any other stream. Why?" He looked at you.

"Oh, well it is connected to a separate stream." You walked a little further and he followed. He watched as you pointed to a small area where the trees opened up, but it was across the lake. "There. The lake is by some camp grounds but there's a stream there. We can visit it later if you want." You look back at him. "But for now, would you like to help me cook some dinner?"

He could feel his tentacles shifting under his mask and he shifted his jaw. But he nodded and followed you back up the hill.

Entering your house was different from the vet hospital. First off, it smelled better. The smell didn't burn his nose. Instead he was surrounded by an artificial smell, something he knew had to have been produced by human. But he didn't find himself hating it. It was a background odor for him to ignore. For now, he inspected your little home. You watched as he wasted no time in looking around your home and gently touching things that fascinated him. You smile a little, curious about his curious nature.

He stopped when he saw a tank near the hallway. It was a large 50 gallon tank but filled with dirt. Some netting surrounded the interior and he looked closer, trying to understand what it was doing here. You came over and opened the top. "Would you like to see my pet hermits?" You gently pulled out a small hermit crab. It had a pretty but spotted shell. "This is Babes. She's pretty nice but she pinches sometimes." You gently set her back down and grabbed the other. "And this is Brownie. She's shy but she's also pretty nice." You held up the other hermit, who had a brown shell on. He couldn't see the hermit but he nodded.

"You name your food?" He asked, puzzled. You laughed in an almost panicked way and shook your head.

"They're not for eating! They're my pets. They were being sold by this man on the side of the road, so I take care of them." You set the hermit back into the terrarium and turned on a small dim lamp for them. "Konig, what all do you know about humans?"

He was surprised by this question and he looked around your living room. Konig had many ideas and assumption about human beings. But, he was worried how you would react to his dislike for most people. He shifted and looked down at you. "Well, they're odd. They keep other animals as 'pets', they burn their food before eating it. They also hate me. When most humans find out about me, they scream or try to hurt me." He watched your reaction carefully. "You're the only human that has not tried to hurt me."

You felt your heart drop at this, and he could see the frown on your lips. You nodded then asked him, "Well, I never saw a reason to hurt you because you didn't hurt me." You smiled a little. "You're also living in the hunting county. So maybe most people just think you're buck or some wild animal...I don't think most would purposely-"

"They do." He stopped you. "They know what I am." He looked away and you felt your stomach drop. You stepped a little closer and reached out to touch his arm. He flinched but you only touched him with your fingertips.

"I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone try to hurt you. You're not a human being but you're not a monster either." You smiled at him. "C'mon, I'll start cooking for us and I'll tell you about some human traditions."

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"So, you allow yourself to sit down and let other humans hurt you, for hours and hours, so that you will have lines marked along your skin? Because you like it?" His eyes were stuck on the tattoo you had on your arm.

"Well, that's harder to explain. Some humans really like it, the pain, Some find it comforting and others find it excruciating! It depends on the human. But the reason is also a lot to explain." You sipped your tea. "Some humans like the looks and styles. Some want to have a picture or a design on them to remember something. Like, if someone close to them has died, then they may want to get their name tattooed onto their arm or hand."

He nodded and leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "And you got this to remember someone?"

"No, I got this because I liked it, and I've always wanted to get a tattoo to see if I liked it." You smiled and shrugged your arm. "You can touch it if you want. It's been healed for years now."

He reached out and pressed his large hand on your arm. He was surprised it was smooth there, expecting a bumpy or rough texture. His fingers trailed down your arm to where the tattoo ended and he quickly retracted his hand. "I see."

You watched carefully as your heart sped up. He had a gentle touch, but you could feel his strength in it. You smiled and nodded. "So yeah, but um, I could also tell you about birthdays. Can you guess what those are?" You stood up and went to the stove. You opened the pot and stirred the food inside. Beside you, Konig walked over to lean back against the counter. You noticed he would stay close to you ever since you brought him inside and it made you smile. He reminded you of a small kid, in a sense.

"Birthdays. Is this a day where many humans are birthed alive?" He asked with all seriousness.

You giggled and looked at him. "That's a good guess but no, its usually just one person. So a birthday is the day a person was born. And usually every year they would celebrate it with people they are close with." You hummed. "My birthday already passed, but since I live alone here I just ate a slice of cake and watched a movie." You tapped your finger on the counter. "So, a birthday party is just celebrating that the year has passed and you've lived long enough to have surpassed it."

He nodded and looked at the pot of food. "And how are humans born?"

"Humans are born like, in a live birth. The mother has to pass them through her uterus." You thought about this and made sure he understood. "And human babies are born small and have to be taken care of most of their life. Until they reach adulthood. How were you born?"

Konig thought about this then answered. "I don't know. I only remember living in the lake all my life. My earliest memory is when I was smaller. And I found a small human who was my size. He was clinging to a log and was crying." He itched his neck as he recalled the memory. "I swam up to him and he screamed more. I couldn't talk so I tried to show him I could help him get back to the shore. I guess he understood, because he stopped screaming and he nodded his head. I knew humans didn't breath underwater so I kept him above water. After I got him to shore, he said something to me but I didn't understand." Konig stopped talking and then looked at you. "That is all I remember."

You pouted and tilted your head. "Well what happened after that?"

He shrugged and continued. "He ran away. So I left. I had to hunt for food."

"...Maybe he tried telling you thank you." You suggested. "But, that was a very nice thing you did for that boy. I think you probably scared him but, still. You saved his life."

He shrugged, looking down at you. "Perhaps." He watched as you lifted the spoon from the pot and blew on it. Then you carefully held up the spoon.

"Here, taste this." You said as you held it up some more.

He eyes the food sample before reaching up and dipping his fingers into the spoon, then shoving them under his hood into his mouth. He made a face before shaking his head and then taking a step back. "Ack! What is that? Why is...there's so much-..." He moved his mouth before he looked at you. "Why does this food have so many different tastes?"

You tried to search your brain to figure out what he meant. Then it clicked. "Oh! Flavor you mean? Um, there's spices in it. I used oregano, thyme, basil, paprika, turmeric..." you then tasted the food as well. "Hmm, it tastes fine to me. But I guess you've never had this before? Seasonings I mean."

"No, I've never had these 'seasons' before, on my food." He saw your quiet giggling and he felt his tentacles twitching under his hood. He disliked that he enjoyed your giggling.

"That's a crime in some states." You chuckled and turned the pot off. "Would you like some more to try again? If not, I could grill up some of the fish you gave to me." You wiped your hands on a towel and walked to the cabinet to grab two bowls.

He watched you as you reached up to grab them. His eyes wandered down you back and he felt his chest tighten so he looked away. When he looked at his own arm, Konig suddenly asked, "Who was that man with the dog? He seemed to be mad at you."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the question that seemed to come out of nowhere. You put the two bowls down and looked at him with a concerned look, but it softened. "That was Simon. He was upset because I wouldn't go out with him." You then looked at his healing dog bites as well and frowned. "He's usually a nice man, but he's pushy, and he has some problems. I don't like him because he can become violent when he doesn't get what he wants." Konig asked you to explain what you meant by 'asking out someone'. "So, that means to date someone." When he didn't understand that, you felt your cheek heat up. "Like, when one human wants to get to know another human but more personally, and maybe perhaps intimately. They go on a date, or go out and learn more about each other."

He felt his eyebrows furrow in a slow understanding. "Like, he was trying to mate with you?" His eyes widened. "That is why he brought you those flowers?" His back straightened. "He tried to force you to accept his courting item."

You put your hands up as if to calm him down. "Hey, its not like that. Humans have different ideas from 'mating'. I think anyways..." You chewed your lip. "Like I said, humans go on dates to know each other better before they decide to mate. And humans can decide if they don't want to continue or not. And I refused him."

He listened to your explanation and he nodded. So, human mating rituals were different than his. As he suspected. It was just additional steps. "This sounds like a long process for humans."

You smiled and nodded. "I couldn't explain dating to you tonight. Its too long and complicated. But, I'll fix you some food and I can show you a movie on the tv. Sounds good?"

Konig nodded a little, even though he wasn't sure how a movie or a tv worked. And he would have to ignore the crazy tastes that were in the food to please you. You already worked hard to make him this human dish, and he wouldn't make you work anymore.

I had to find someway to end this cause I wrote too much. There will be more. Obviously. I had a night of free time so, here's your late night snacks. Hope yall enjoy...

Next chapter will have more interesting subjects.